Dating Disaster with a Billionaire (Blue Ridge Mountain Billionaires, #1)

by Lynx, Elizabeth

  Groaning, I knocked my head on the door a few times until I felt dizzy.

  “How is that better?”

  “I never said it was better. But it popped into my head and sounded funny, so why not?”

  He didn’t continue. There was only silence. I pushed my ear up to the door again and couldn’t hear a thing. James wouldn’t leave me here, would he?

  “James? You still there?”

  “Yes. Just checking my subscriber numbers. But I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back. And remember, the streaking will take less than a minute. You do this and a minute later you can dress and enjoying the party. I’ll leave you with that thought.”

  I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Enjoying the party in handcuffs.”

  There was no way I was streaking. I wasn’t nineteen years old and drunk at a party. I was twenty-eight head of my company, Diaz Technologies and was here for business.

  There had to be another way out. Even in the most complicated math equations, there was always an answer. I had yet to discover a problem I couldn’t solve.

  Perhaps something in this room would help.

  My fingers stretched across the smooth wall as I felt my way around. My foot caught onto something. I reached down. It was a cardboard box. I waved my arm in front of me and discovered several more. This was a storage closet.

  Moving further, I made it to the corner and turned, creeping against another wall. There was a sharp pain as my head banged against something hard and sharp. Squinting, I rubbed the spot on my forehead and hoped there wasn’t any blood.

  I felt for what I had hit. It seemed to be a clothing rack as I found a few hangers dangling from it. I wondered with the ribbon James had given me and the hanger if I could make something MacGyver-esque.

  Making my way back to the door, I found the ribbon on the ground where I had dropped it. After a few twists of the ribbon on the hanger, I tried to pick the lock.

  After several attempts I concluded I wasn’t MacGyver. I was a math nerd turned tech geek trapped in a closet naked with a hanger swaddled in festive ribbon. A new low for me.

  The moment trumped the hot pepper incident. My cock hurt just being reminded.

  I wasn’t much of a ladies' man, but I had dated a few women in my time. But ever since I made my billions, the women I dated were more interested in my money than my personality. Everyone realized that but me. And to say I did some crazy things to impress them was an understatement. The hot pepper incident was the worst of them all.

  I learned my lesson. Never feed a woman ghost peppers and then have her suck your cock. It’s not kinky, it’s horrific.

  I took the hook off the hanger and tried to pick the lock. I knew nothing about it but felt somewhat confident as I had watched many movies involving heists. They always included someone who could pick locks. I couldn’t imagine it would be that difficult.

  After several minutes and sweat forming on my brow, I gave up. I guess picking locks would never be a backup career of mine.

  “I’m back. Change your mind, Monty?”

  I gripped the hanger so tightly in my hand I heard it crack. The only way out was to agree to whatever foolishness my brother wanted me to do.

  There was an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being stuck in here for several hours. It might do me good to take a break. Be bored for a while.

  I frowned because all the excuses I imagined didn’t make me feel any better. James held the key to my release. I would get him back so badly one day.

  I banged on the door a few times in frustration. “Yes, I have—”

  Right then, as I was about to admit defeat to my brother, there was a noise. It didn’t come from the door where I stood arguing with James. No, it was from my right.

  “Monty, if you just—”

  “Shhh!” I waved him off even though he couldn’t see me and stepped to the side. I hadn’t explored this area of the closet.

  “Monty, I’m getting some hors d’oeuvres and something to drink. I’ll be back soon. I think you’ll change your mind by then.”

  I had stopped paying attention to my brother as I heard another noise and some mumbling. There was someone nearby. I didn’t know if a wall separated us or a door, but I had to find out.

  I tripped over a few boxes but found my footing and the wall where the noises came from. It felt like there was a door, but I couldn’t find a knob or handle. Just a short, wide indent in the wall.

  I knocked and was silent, hoping for a response. My heart pounded in my chest. The beats were so loud I hoped it wouldn’t drown out any sound from the other side.

  My smile grew as I waited eagerly. Finally, a chance for escape. If the person on the other side of the wall could let me out, then there would be no streaking and I could get back to what I was here for, to play my happy, jolly part.

  But after a lengthy pause there was nothing. No voice. No movement.

  Had I imagined it? My grin weakened and faded as the realization hit me harder than that clothing rack. There would be no rescue. No escape from my brother’s ridiculous plan.

  I felt like a princess in a fairytale. Only the villain didn’t want my long locks or beautiful voice, just my candy cane dick.

  Sighing, I unraveled the ribbon from the hanger which I had never let go of, and wrapped it around my cock. I might as well accept my defeat.

  Just as I finished and tied up the end in a bow to add that extra bit of shame, something magical happened. Better than an angel floating down from heaven. Better than a unicorn crapping out rainbow droppings. Better than chocolate chip cookies dipped in a frosty glass of milk.

  That short, squat indent was a door that opened and light poured into the room. It wasn’t bright, but luminous enough I backed away and moved behind the boxes.

  As I peeked out and my eyes adjusted, a beautiful figure appeared in the doorway. She had long, golden hair and I wondered for a moment if she was an angel as it seemed like she had wings.

  “Hello? Is someone there?” She asked and I glimpsed her profile, taking in more of what she looked like as the light bounced off her face.

  She was beautiful.

  I was about to respond to her question when she took a step forward and the door swung closed behind her with a loud squeak and a final thud.

  I chose that moment to respond to my golden angle, “Oh, fuck, we’re trapped.”

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